Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

My soul is in the sky.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nightsFour nights will quickly dream away the time.

Before you take that first curious, coerced, spiteful, or vengeful step forward, remember this: it’s a thousand times easier to slip into a muddy pit than it is to climb out of one.

Be Grateful- Your Life is a Miracle.

I just received the following wire from my generous Daddy "Dear Jack: Don't buy a single vote more than necessary. I'll be damned if I am going to pay for a landslide."

For writers, so much is done in isolation. It can be easy to feel detached, or to get a little lost along the way.

As our mother-earth is a mere speck in the sunbeam in the illimitable universe, so man himself is but a tiny grain of protoplasm in the perishable framework of organic nature.

Let us pick up again these lost strands and weave them again into the fabric of America, sort out the music from the sounds and again respond to the trumpet and the steady drum.

As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.

I think it was when I was nineteen, by that time the Jewish laws were already in force and the split was beginning to come about which isolated the Jewish culture.

A code of behavior is an inevitable part of life in any community, and if we hadn't inherited ours, we should have had to invent one.

Clearly, we are very, very concerned about the situation, for instance, that has been going on in Gaza.